Again with the pictures. This is a shot of the shelves which hold a lot of my “fleece in the grease”. Of course they don;t all fit in there but I’ve made a valiant effort. I came back from Spinner’s Flock on Saturday with 9 more! I have absolutely no self control.
And this lovely thing is a beautiful bat which was carded on the Strauch Petite Carder by my own personal Batt Boy. He is the son of Erika. He spent some hours in my shop a couple of weeks ago and he was getting pretty bored – he’s 7 you know. So I have a bag of fiber I keep for when there are odd little bits floating around the shop. I intended to take them to the mill to have a special blend made. I gave the bag of fiber and the carder to the kid and he started carding and processing. Altogether he made 6 batts I think. I kept this one and shipped the others home with him to spin. He spins on his drop spindle but he really wants his own wheel.
here is the finished yarn. This yarn was spun on the Schacht– Reeves 24″ Saxony with a short backward draft method. Due to the fact that the batt was only 1oz and that’s all I had I plied it with Henry’s Attic Cascade Silk – 2000 ypp. I LOVE this yarn. I’m pretty sure it can’t be reproduced so I need to figure out what to do with this little bit. I probably should go back and see exactly how many yards I have so the planning can be more intelligent.
In other news, I’m having a sleepover. In August. In celebration of Galina. Erika is coming. Kate is coming. I am typing in short sentences due to hyperventilating. I am so excited I can hardly breath! Am I more excited about Galina or the other girls? I can’t tell but I do know that it’s going to be a fuuuuuuun breakfast when we all show up to meet George and Galina.
If you were interested in the Galina Workshop call me. Only a couple spots are left. If you have to travel to get here I probably could fit you into the sleepover too. It’s gonna be fun. We’re gonna have snacks.
O.K. before I start thinking too hard about snacks I’d better go to sleep. I’m hungry and it’s too late to eat.